by Anuradha Bhattacharyya
It was preserved
Like pickle,
Tight lidded, marinated
In a jar, in the sun
To gather the full force
Of its aroma
When opened.
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May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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Anuradha, congratulations.Just a few lines but each of them very explicit and appealing.
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